[CHAPTER VI.]
REVENGE UPON WOMANKIND.
"Get me access to th' Lady Belvidere,
But for a minute."—Women Pleased.
Among newcomers who at that moment pressed forward to see what was the matter, were Master Jerningham and Sir Clement Ermsby. Followed by Gregory and the page, they had but then entered the church upon the quest we know of. By standing upon their toes, they got a view of the half-naked man. At the same time they heard the name, "Roaring Ravenshaw," passed about.
"Ravenshaw?" said Ermsby to his friend. "So 'tis. And your very man."
"What, for such an affair? A swaggering cast soldier?"
"Ay, indeed. The last man in the world to be suspected in your particular case."
"But can he compass it?"
"Trust these brawlers, these livers by their wits, for a thousand shifts. They get their bread by tricks."